Mr. Lancaster could hardly believe his eyes. The script in his hands was undeniably well-written—grammatically polished, with sharp dialogue and well-paced scenes. But the plot? It was as cliché as they came.
A poor girl falling in love with a rich man.
How many times had this same tired story been told? He had lost count. There was nothing fresh, nothing unique, nothing that would make this film stand out in an oversaturated market.
He had hoped for something innovative, something that could push boundaries and capture audiences in a new way. Instead, what he held was a recycled romance that had been done a thousand times before.
Lancaster sighed, running a hand through his graying hair. Disappointment settled in his chest like a heavy weight. He read the script again, scanning for anything—anything at all—that might redeem it. But after going through it a second time, then a third, his opinion remained unchanged.
He needed to make a decision.
